I've never had much luck with fish :( but my friend used to have a huge saltwater tank and somehow he trained a couple fish to swim in vertical loops for treats. It was fun to watch :)
Had a fish tank in my dining room for part of my childhood. My dad hated it (the sound of the cost, running water, etc.). He was waiting for the fish to die so we could get rid of it. Finally got down to one fish, and he buys a bunch more because the mostly empty tank "looked bad." ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Not a fish but a hermit crab. Me and my two sisters each had one and they lived in the same enclosure. Now, some hermit crabs are quite territorial and they become very vulnerable whenever they leave their shell to shed. Think of Mr. Krabs. Well my crab killed my sisters' crabs whenever they shed! :O For my sister's next set of crabs we put a divider between the two but he squeezed passed and killed them again, the fucker. Shoulda known what I was getting when I chose the crab with the biggest claw lol.
Edit: This was around 2009 and I named him Chad. I know! He was ahead of his time. Fuckin Chad man lol.
When I was an kid, we had a descent size fish tank. It was always just there, nice to have but, you know, they're fish: mildly entertaining when you remember they're there. Up to a point we only had smaller fish, just the cheap ones from the pet store. Then we got Jack. Jack was the only fish we named as fsr as I know. He was larger, maybe five or six inches long, with a black spot near his tail fin. I don't know if it was his nature, his larger size, or just the fact that he was a dick, but soon after we got him my parents began to notice the number of other fish dwindling. They replaced them for a while, until they finally realized what was happening. The fucker was eating them. That's when he got his name: Jack the Ripper. I don't know the average lifespan of a fish, but Jack, now the only fish in the tank, lived at least 4-5 years I think, probably because he devoured the souls of all those other fish. But after he died of natural causes, the tank was retired.
When I was young I got a betta. My mom asked me what I wanted to name it and I said Mister Betta! She wouldn’t let me name it that, because it sounded too much like another word (which she wouldn’t tell me, but that I would get some day).
Well, now I get it, but I’m still irritated. Mister Betta was a good name for him.
Edit: This was around 2009 and I named him Chad. I know! He was ahead of his time. Fuckin Chad man lol.
Well, now I get it, but I’m still irritated. Mister Betta was a good name for him.